I miss you
At silent, lonely midnight and at angry 3am.
In the timid mumbling of morning,
And the quiet gathering time
As I prepare to leave the house,
Resigned and calm and ready,
I miss you.

I miss you
In the crowded cocoon of the bus commute to work
And the coffee coated sip of 8am.
In the manic chatter of my mid morning break,
And the solitary supping of sustenance, at noon.
When I shrug on my coat, and exit in a daze,
I miss you.

I miss you
Walking home, past smiling hordes.
My house tries to welcome me
Through gritted teeth, I turn the key.
I miss you as I eat again, prepare for bed,
Type this poem, gulp away the lump that's in my throat
And return to stanza one.
I miss you.